A String of Sweet Messages

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dear boy,

after taking a whole week of analyzing your pictures, very depressed hopeless sketches to say the least, i finally went back to the park today.

i found you sitting on my patch of itchy grass. you smiled, showing those pearly whites, as i came into your view. my poetry book sat next to you.

i sat down beside you, smiling for the first time in ages. 'i've been here each day waiting for you and each day i realized that you might've been permanently gone. i was scared that i had lost my mystical stranger girl all because i took her dear poetry book. i apologize and i wish to know your name.'

'i'm eve, the girl that ruins everything and i am quite glad you took my book because now you know me and i now know you. well, not your name.' i replied pulling out your sketch pad and placing it in your lap.

'i thought you didn't talk.' you chuckled gesturing to my book that had many poems about my silence written down in its depths.

'well, this freckled stranger helped me find my voice and i still don't know his name.' i had hinted a second time for you to reveal your name to me.

'oh who could that stranger be? you're always alone unless your here with me.' you chuckled at your own sarcasm, still avoiding my hints.

'why won't you just tell me?' i pleaded, eager to find out, i hadn't been eager in quite a while.

'i'm lucifer.' your voice held venom although you spoke in the quietest whisper i had ever heard.

i had tried not to shutter at your name but i couldn't help it. your name haunted me in my nightmares and your name was cast in the shadows that claw at my flesh. i fear your name.

'i know, i hate my name too. i don't like your name either though. eve, the girl that ruined the earth. lucifer, the archangel that had eve ruin the world. we fit like two puzzle pieces don't we?' you had said and then i came to realize that you were right. we were both doomed from the beginning but maybe we could help each other.

just maybe we won't ruin the world together in this generation, but we'll fix it.

maybe just maybe, my heart quickens in your presence because you are the missing piece to my puzzle. you are the demon to my sins. the lucifer to my eve.

maybe you feel the same way but who am i kidding? nobody would dare to like me, but then again you said yourself that we fit like two puzzle pieces.

☯❁☯❁☯

- the girl who's voice you found